Dreams
Dreams are real.
They show who I really am
And what I truly feel.
They prove a point.
A point that we are all
not truly crazy.
I have dreams.
Dreams to live
and to love.
Dreams of people.
Love for some
Hate for others.
Dreams are full
of wishes for
those we can's have.
So what are dreams?
Visions?
Wishes?
Or are they to prove
that I can have
a very stable mind.
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